We hit the sack as early so we can to make up for the past 24 hours of sleeplessness…lay down our heads and — BANG, BANG at 10 pm. It sounds like pile driving, or a broken heating system, or an armed attack. Marsha looks out the window and sees fireworks, yes FIREWORKS…and they don’t stop until about 2:30 am.
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